Page 214 of Forbidden Heroes

Rough fingers spread my pouty lips wide so he can have easier access to the treasure he wants. His lips roam over my bare folds before he sinks the tip of a finger into my soaked slit.

“Boone,” I gasp.

“I’ve waited too long; I’m starving for you. I’m sorry.”

No more words. His mouth is on me and I can feel the heat of my orgasm rushing through me. I arch my hips higher, greedy for more of him. All of him. A low rumble of a laugh vibrates against my clit and it’s nearly my undoing. My fingers bury into the sheets.

Too fast. Too hot. I feel like the fire in him is spreading to me, intent on consuming me.

“So hungry. Are you aching for me to fuck you, little girl?”

“Yes,” I plea, pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes. “Boone, please.”

He seems to ponder my words for a second. “I won’t let you go until you're satisfied, baby. Until I’ve licked and sucked every drop of sweet cum from your body. Then, and only then, will I give you mine in return.” His voice caresses over me with dark promises of things to come.

His head lowers and the hot tip of his tongue circles my clit, torturing me into giving him exactly what he is after. My body happily obliges.

My hips arch into his mouth and curious fingers drag hot juices everywhere he touches. Hands on either side of my ass cheeks spread me wider.

His eyes are pitch black when he raises his head. “Watch me, baby girl. Watch me eat this ass and pussy like the treasure it is.”

Heat blooms through my whole body the second his hot tongue drags over my forbidden entrance and not stopping until my clit is between his lips. I shudder. Fingers trace the rim of my asshole as another sinks into the heated entrance of my pussy.

I jerk with a gasp on my lips and lock eyes with him when the tip of his thumb dips breaching my back entrance. He pushes deeper, retreating slowly, so torturously slow. With each stroke, I become wetter and more on edge with need. With deliberate movements he works both my holes, and the girl cum dripping from my channel is enough to wet both of us and the bed.

My head falls back, and God, those fingers of his have me withering, ready to lose my control. Not that I ever had any to begin with around the man I shouldn’t want.

I clutch at the sheets. “Boone, I’m...you’re going to make me...oh, yes, Boone!”

My fingers tighten and the heat of my release builds. I hold on, driving my pussy against his mouth, needing more. It’s never enough. His fingers thrust deep and my pussy grips them. I’m so so close. I feel so hot, needy...and alive.

A hot tongue replaces his fingers. “Oh, God, yes, Boone!”

My eyes fly open to the sound of my phone going off, and just like that any chances of getting off dies along with my dreams.

“Argh!” I growl. Embers of my release fizzle out, leaving me deflated and cold inside, yet my hard nipples and shuddering body have yet to get the full memo. Heavy breathing fills my empty room, and I fight to gain control.

My heart aches and sinks as the two-ton weight of my reality crashes into me. I never get the ending I’m after, not even in my dreams.

“Just like all the other times,” I groan into my pillow.

I’m alone. Empty room. Empty bed and empty, aching heart.

I reach for my phone and find a message on the screen from my best friend wishing me a happy eighteenth birthday.

“Nothing happy about it,” I mutter and toss the phone on the bed beside me.

I close my eyes tight and focus on the thumping of my heart, the pulse of need still throbbing against my clit. Boone is my everything, my fantasy and dream, yet I can’t have him. I doubt he even knows how much I long to be the woman in his arms and in his bed.

It all started three years ago. My fifteenth birthday is when I saw Boone as a man and not just someone I could count on to always have my back. My heart gives a pitiful thump. I had fallen off a wild mare he was teaching me to break in. A few minutes in and I was bucked off into a pile of nearby hay. Nothing wounded but my pride.

Boone had been right there, checking me over. At six foot and a couple of inches to my five-three frame, I naturally did what any alpha-loving female did. I swooned when he tipped my chin up and smiled down at me. “You ok, baby girl?” he’d asked. Those dark eyes of his caressed every inch of my young face before he placed a tender kiss on the top of my head and gruffly told me to call it a day.

That night is when the first wet dream featuring the roughened cowboy hit me.

Like the idiot that I am, I fell in love with a man I can’t have. Foolish or not, I saw something deep in his eyes spark to life before dying out. I felt that same spark in the way he brushed a thumb over my cheek, too.

His features hardened the longer I stared back at him before walking back to the house covered in hay and with an ache I had yet to understand.

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